Competition-blood will never leave me43

Another day I saw an old man running. I said, “If my speed has really increased, I will be able to pass him.” I came nearer, only to discover that the runner was a lady. I said, “Let me run according to my speed.” After two hundred metres, I turned around. O God, she was so far behind! I tell the disciples to have no competitive feeling, to compete only with themselves. Here I was competing with an old lady! Competition-blood will never leave me.

RB 278. 21 March 1981